Below is a post written elsewhere on 21 August 2020. I am sharing because life is short, I am odd and weary of feeling burdened by the thought that being odd means that I am non-functional or crazy. Why give a damn? In large part I keep doing what I do because I am physically unsuited to anything else but keeping house and this seems to be a firmly set pathway of life experience for me. I haven’t wasted my life, haven’t failed to make something of myself - what I made is not important to the dominant reality so it is discounted and discredited.